Feeling.

Save Me

Win knocks lightly on the familiar red door and grins widely when the door swings open to reveal an excited little brunette. "Win!" she shouts with delight. Win enters the house and bends down, wrapping his arms around the ten-year-old.

"Have you grown in the last month or something because I swear you're way too tall," Win jokes and Nara brightens at this. Nara grabs Win's hand and starts talking a mile a minute.

"Mom made cinnamon rolls for breakfast, can you smell them? They just finished so you got here just on time! And I have to show you this new move I learned in ballet. You're coming to my recital, right? Mom says she got you a ticket. Win how is it being a cop? Is Uncle Bright as mean as he says he is at work?" Win doesn't know which question to answer first, but he stops dead in his tracks when they're walking through the living room to get to the kitchen and he finds Bright asleep on the couch.

Nara looks at Win and then at Bright. "Mom says he must be really overworked to fall asleep on our couch. I think he's exhausted because he fell asleep while we were watching Harry Potter last night and it was the third one, so you have to be tired to fall asleep during that one," she informs him.

Win smiles and walks toward the couch, staring at Bright's sleeping form. Even in his sleep it looks like his brow is slightly furrowed. Win smiles at this and follows Nara into the kitchen.

Bright looks up at his sister's ceiling and wonders how he managed to pass out on her couch last night after dinner. He's overwhelmed by the smell of cinnamon and his niece's excited laughter. He swears it sounds a lot like Win's laugh and he shakes his head.

Working with Win, just being friends with Win, it gets… difficult.

He'd never admit it to anyone, but it's pretty easy to fall for Win. It's weird, though. Win overthinking everything and talks way too much, and he finds it charming instead of annoying. And he's more than a bubbly rookie. He's so smart, and he connects with people so easily. Win amazes him every day they work together and he finds himself wanting to know more and more about him.

Of course. They're just friends… colleagues. Win has made it abundantly clear that there can be nothing more to their relationship. And he's okay with that most of the time.

But then he'll say something to a victim that moves him, or he'll show up at the Apan Grill and his smile will literally take his breath away.

And then he's not so okay with just being friends.

"That's a pretty sweet move there Nara. I can't believe you're doing both ballet and tap this year. I can't wait to see you at the recital!"

Okay. There was no mistaking, that was definitely Metawin's voice. He shoots up on the couch and stands up, running a hand through his ruffled hair and walking into the kitchen.

Win, Nara and Rachel all look up at him from the kitchen table and Nara bursts out in a fit of giggles, jumping up and wrapping her arms around Bright.

"You owe me another movie night, mister," she says and he smiles.

"Sorry. Your uncle is getting old," he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Win smiles. "We're having a girls day, Chivaaree. Wanna join us?"

He groans and shoots Win a look before heading toward the cabinet, reaching up to grab a mug and pouring himself some coffee.

"Sorry if we woke you," Rachel says, standing up and grabbing another plate. He quickly stirs some sugar into his coffee and turns around, leaning against the counter. She puts a couple of cinnamon rolls on it and offers it to her brother. "You see, when I went to bed last night, you said you'd finish the movie with Nara and let yourself out. I didn't realize you were still going to be here when I woke up."